Kara dumped a half-healed Mon on her couch for the night and noticed he was perfectly healed the following morning. He looked out Kara's window without his shirt on. "How could such a primitive society be defended by so many strong fighters," Mon wondered.

"Time for breakfast. I have pancakes," Kara said placing them on the table.

"Did you make these yourself?" Mon wondered.

"Fuck no. I got them from IHOP," Kara said obviously.

"Not bad," Mon allowed as he ate several of them all at once.

Kara then dressed Mon in some of James' clothes he occasionally left behind. "Looks good," Kara judged as he wore slacks and a collared shirt.

"I prefer my armor. These clothes provide no protection," Mon said dismissively.

"You'll find it easier to find and kill your target if you blend in," Kara told him.

"There is wisdom in that," Mon allowed. Mon went though Kara's closet and started pulling out clothes.

Kara watched memorized as Mon put on black boots, black pants, a black t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. He then put on black sunglasses. "Very cool," Kara complimented.

"By the way, your new name is Mike Matthews," Kara said to him.

"I am Prince Mon, son of King Mon, who was the son of King Mon, who was...," Mon objected.

"Mon isn't really a human name," Kara said to him. "I had to change my name from Kara Zor-El to Kara Danvers. Besides, Michael is the name of a badass angel that sent the Devil and all his minions to hell."

"Very well," Mon allowed.

Mon entered the Catco office as if he were a Terminator. All the women in the office gave him a combination of fearful and curious looks. Kara guided Mon over to James. "So, you're the leader of this establishment. If I defeat you, do I then take over?" Mon wondered.

"Not really," James said amused.

"Mike, even if that were true, I would kick your ass, remember?" Kara said softly.

"I would like to see you try," Mon said dangerously.

"Please don't fight in here," James said disturbed where the conversation was going.

"We're here for you to learn more about humanity," Kara reminded him.

"So, Mike, what's your deal?" James asked.

"If not for my home planet being destroyed, I would have conquered your world, killed all of the inhabitants, and sold it off to the highest bidder for my master," Mon said nonchalantly.

"Such a bad boy," Kara smiled.

"I am going to get a cup of coffee," James said exiting the conversation.

Mon watched him leave. "On my home planet, we also had dark-skinned people. We called them the cursed ones."

"Okay, you can't say that here or anywhere," Kara said realizing her mistake to bring him.

"For a cursed one, his harem is not bad," Mon said looking at all the women working at their desks.

"Holy shit, dude. Just be quiet for a minute," Kara said hoping to regain control of the situation.

The phone suddenly rang at the desk they were in front of. "Alright, your very first phone call," Kara said to him.

Mon picked up the phone. "Who is this? What do you want? I don't know anything about your order. I'll get one of these slaves to look into it."

Kara gave Mon a stunned look as he hung up. "How was that?"

Kara and James strolled down the streets leaving Mon in the Catco office to cause total chaos. "Thanks for taking in Mon-El. He just needs a purpose other than planetary genocide."

"Well, fortunately, I don't give a shit what he does up there," James smiled. "I am a bit jealous. He wears my clothes a lot better than me."

Black SUVs rolled up and masked bank robbers suddenly attacked the bank on the street corner Kara and James were on. "Seriously?" Kara muttered.

As soon as the bank robbers came out with loads of cash, Kara as Supergirl stopped in front of one of them holding a shotgun. "A gun? Really?" Kara scoffed.

Another bank robber fired an energy weapon at Kara. It sizzled off her chest. "Really, guy?" Kara asked unimpressed.

Meanwhile, James was getting some action himself taking down one of the robbers. However, he soon got his ass kicked by the fleeing robber who escaped in the SUV. Kara fired her heat vision on the robber in front of her. He activated an energy shield protecting himself. Kara intensified her heat vision breaking through the shield and sending the robber to the ground.

"Any last words?" Kara said as she advanced on him.

A blur suddenly hit Kara from the side throwing her into a building near the top floor. The bank robbers took the opportunity to flee the scene. Kara soon flew out of the building and landed in front of Mon who was now in his armor.

"Just doing what you asked," he smirked.

"You couldn't have killed the bank robbers, could you?" Kara asked annoyed.

"They are nothing. I desire a true challenge," Mon said.

Kara used her super-speed to punch Mon hard to the gut. He fell over stunned. Kara used her index finger to prop him back up and then swatted him into the bank with her other hand. Mon stopped flying as he hit the bank vault door putting a dent in it. Kara advanced on him striking him to the neck, the chest, and a kick to his leg before he could even react. Mon fired an energy blast at Kara's chest. She blocked the blast and deflected it back at him blasting him through the thick bank vault door.

"I yield," Mon said spitting blood on some cash.

Kara sighed. "Let's get back to the DEO," she said pulling him to his feet.

At the DEO, Kara looked over the weapon catalog on the screen. "Any of these look familiar?" Winn asked her.

"That one," Kara pointed out bored.

"That is an Anndrannian photon cannon," Winn identified.

"You don't say," Kara yawned.

"How did these guys get a hold of alien technology?" Hank asked.

"Are you sure they weren't Anndrannian?" Alex asked ignorantly.

Kara rolled her eyes. "Well, they weren't purple with fins so yeah, I'm sure."

"You lucky you weren't hit at full power," Winn said.

"I assure you, it wouldn't have made a difference," Kara said arrogantly.

"We have to find a way to track these weapons," Hank said urgently.

"I can find a way to detect them but only when they go off," Winn said.

The video screens were suddenly hacked into as a white mask showed up. "We warned you. The alien invaders are dangerous. Their intentions, malicious. They possess power we cannot hope to match," the video said.

"Finally, some respect," Kara said approvingly.

"And their technology brought from other worlds is falling into the wrong hands. We should not be opening our arms to them. We should be locking them up and taking their weapons away. You did not heed us, but you will heed the chaos that amnesty has brought. You will pay the price in fear and blood, and you will beg us to save you. We are Cadmus," the video concluded.

"Do they really need to go to the effort of hacking cable television? They can get airtime on Fox News for free," Kara said.

"Kind of a coincidence that Cadmus releases a new video just as criminals get their hands on alien weapons," Alex remarked.

"Or is it?" Kara mocked.

"Damn it, Kara," Alex sighed. "Where's Mon?"

"At Catco working as an intern," Kara said nonchalantly.

Alex, Hank, and Winn stared at her. "What?"

Kara took Mon into the staff meeting. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I would sure as hell feel a lot safer if I had one of those superweapons on me to defend myself," a co-worker said.

"Really? You sure this has nothing to do with your neighbor playing loud rap music next door?" Kara mocked.

"That's not the solution," James objected.

Then what is? The bad guys are running around everywhere with these high-tech weapons," he said.

"All we know is that a few bad guys have these weapons. That doesn't justify having them being mass sold at gun stores," James said reasonably.

"We have Supergirl. We should disarm the entire population and have her solve this," another co-worker said.

"I will surrender my weapons right now as an example," another co-worker said.

"We should have more gun control on all weapons," another said.

"You all are pathetic. We should do as this man says and arm every man, woman, and child on this planet with the most powerful weaponry. Fear of being terminated will keep the so-called bad guys at bay," Mon interjected.

"The second amendment gives us the right to bear arms, even if they're ray guns," the first co-worker agreed.

"I feel there are a lot of strawmen going on around here," Kara rolled her eyes.

"Alright, that's enough. We're not the New York Times or some shit. We're Catco so give me some celebrity scandals, Oscar rumors, and fashion disasters," James ordered.

Mon and Kara stayed behind with James. "Disarming the population? This planet is ripe for the taking," Mon said.

"That's a very abstract way of looking at it. There may never be an invasion but what I do know is that the violence in our streets is real and is happening now. If the good and bad guys are both armed, there will be a whole lot of people dead," James said somberly.

"I think I need to do something," Kara said seriously.

"Please don't," James shook his head.

Supergirl sat down across from Bill O'Reilly on the No Spin Zone. "Tonight, we have a very special guest, Supergirl. For obvious reasons, we cannot disclose her real identity. Welcome to the No Spin Zone," O'Reilly said graciously.

"Glad to be here," Kara smiled at the camera.

"Now, you work at the DEO, correct?" O'Reilly asked.

"Actually, I have no affiliation whatsoever with them," Kara set the record straight.

"So, what is this Cadmus?"

"Oh, it's an anti-alien organization that is concerned with the alien presence on this planet. As someone who confronts these aliens all the time, I know how dangerous some of them can be," Kara said.

"Let it be known that we reached out to Cadmus, but they declined to come on," O'Reilly said.

"Oh, that's alright. I can speak for them," Kara smiled.

"What do you mean?" O'Reilly questioned.

"Oh, I'm one of their card-carrying members," Kara said.

"Really? That's interesting. So, what's with the hijacking of television stations?" O'Reilly asked.

"We just feel our message is not getting across through ordinary means," Kara said.

"Why would Cadmus be allied with you?" O'Reilly asked.

"Well, I have lived here so long that I have a strong attachment to humanity. It takes an alien to fight aliens. I must have killed several hundred hostile aliens," Kara said.

"Including your own kind, we should note," O'Reilly pointed out.

"That is how deeply attached I am to America, to this planet," Kara said heart-felt.

"So, what is Cadmus' ultimate goal?" O'Reilly asked.

"To register every alien in this country. We need to know who they are, where they are, and what they can do. Then, they need to leave this country and get in line like any other immigrant," Kara said.

"Like you did?" O'Reilly questioned.

"Exactly right," Kara agreed.

"Is Cadmus involved with these latest attacks involving super-weapons?" O'Reilly asked.

"Absolutely not," Kara denied. "They don't need super-weapons when they have me."

"So, when you tried to disarm all the nations of the world of their nuclear weapons, by force if necessary, was that Cadmus?" O'Reilly asked.

"Of course," Kara replied.

"What do you want the No Spin Zone audience to know about Cadmus?" O'Reilly asked gently.

"I want them to know that I am above the law. I will do what I think is necessary to protect this country. There is no force on this Earth that can stop me, not even the Justice League," Kara said directly to the camera.

"Well, that's all the time we have. Thank you for coming in," O'Reilly said politely.

"It was a pleasure, Bill," Kara smiled.

The aliens in the bar, everyone at the DEO, everyone at Catco, the president's staff, and even Cadmus members were utterly stunned by the interview. "She's trying to use her own unpopularity against us. The bitch is co-opting us." Lillian realized. "Continue as planned," she said tensely to Mr. Miner.

Kara sped through the city and landed near a thug using a super-weapon. His weapon caused a few vehicles to float suspended in the air. "Sup?" Kara said as she punched through his torso. The man fell to the ground in a heap. The floating vehicles slammed back down.

"You made it," Mr. Miner said firing a super-weapon rifle at her.

Kara sped near him, broke the rifle in half, and was about to kill him when a cop car was blasted high into the sky by another thug with a super-weapon. Kara flew up to get the police car. She tore the door off and rescued the cop before he froze to death. She then brought him back to the ground. Looking around, Mr. Miner and his gang were already gone.

"Well...shit," she muttered.

Kara strolled into the Catco office and discovered Mon was nowhere to be found. "Damn it," she said realizing this would be an issue.

"Did you know that sixty-three percent of people now support repealing the alien amnesty act," James said looking at the news.

"Oh, no, that's so terrible," Kara rolled her eyes.

"And that was after I published a piece stating how Cadmus is exploiting anti-alien bigotry," James said.

"Well, I think my interview probably canceled you out," Kara figured.

"You're not as hated as you think. There are a lot of people that agree with your way of doing things even though it is reckless, above the law, self-serving, and spiteful," James said.

"So, I need to be even more of a bitch is what you're saying?" Kara asked.

"I think people are confused as to what to think about all this," James said.

"I know I am," Kara admitted. "Have you seen Mon?"

"I asked him to take these down to marketing two hours ago," James said referring to some prints.

"So, this is how it feels to be Cat Grant," Kara realized. Kara then heard Mon and Eve in the supply closet. "I have to go."

Kara opened the door and found Mon making out with Eve and another female co-worker. "Well, at least I know you're straight," Kara sighed.

"It's not what it looks like," Eve said embarrassed.

"Bitches leave," Kara ordered.

The two women awkwardly left the room. "You intending to plant your seed already?" Kara asked him.

"Why not? My race is gone. At least here, I can spawn hundreds of hybrids," Mon said.

"Superman had the same opportunity and didn't do it," Kara pointed out.

"Sounds like Superman is a whipped bitch," Mon said to her.

Kara was about to object but couldn't. "You know what? I'm not a fan of drama that affects me. If you manage to impregnate anyone on this planet, I'll personally rip off your balls."

"You can't tell me how to live my life," Mon said angrily.

"I think I just did because I'm invincible and all-powerful. Even if you managed to get someone pregnant, I can take this planet back in time a couple of days so that it never existed. Then I'll proceed to kick your ass, go back in time again, and kick it again," Kara said simply.

"You're ridiculous," Mon pointed at her.

"I guess I am just not making myself damn clear," Kara said punching him through the wall. Kara stripped to her Supergirl uniform in a split second and then smacked Mon down to the ground creating a crater in the street.

Kara landed in the crater and ignored the traffic that struggled to get around it. "Why do you persist in pissing me off? Why?"

"Because...I choose to," Mon said and went for a strike.

Kara easily dodged him and struck his chest breaking two ribs and damaging his kidney. Mon went for another strike which Kara also dodged. She took his right arm and broke it like a toothpick. Mon fell to his knees devastated in pain and screamed in rage.

"Look, this is my normal form. If I wanted to, I could go prime and multiply my existing power level by twenty-five. But you know what? There's prime 2, prime 3, and prime 4 which are all multipliers of twenty-five. Then, I can go beyond that with goddess mode. When that happens the whole solar system is fucked," Kara told him.

"Not impressed," Mon groaned.

Kara went for a killer strike to his head when she stopped herself. There was something admirable about his defiance. While so many others had given up or pleaded for mercy, this one didn't fear death. Kara reached out and brought him to his feet. Kara then sped him away to the DEO where she tossed him into the command center.

"Medic," Kara said as she walked over to Winn, Alex, and Hank. "What the fuck was that interview?" Hank demanded.

"I have a master plan in the works," Kara told him.

"You trying to get the whole nation and every alien on the planet against you?" Hank asked.

"Is this a trick question?" Kara wondered.

"It's using reverse psychology," Alex said to Hank. "She's using her own unpopularity and divisiveness to make Cadmus look bad. She's co-opting them, basically."

"Is that the plan?" Hank asked seriously.

"Sure," Kara allowed.

"How about you tell us before you make public interviews that the entire world is going to see," Hank said pissed off.

The television screen showed a news alert. "Supergirl's approval rating has climbed surpassing even Superman for the first time. The Alien Amnesty Act, an executive order signed by President Obama, now has a disapproval rating of seventy percent," a Fox News anchor announced.

"Well...how about that?" Kara said surprised.

"At this rate, Cadmus will get everything they want," Alex muttered.

"But then they'll disband. Isn't that a good thing?" Kara asked.

"Terrorists aren't supposed to win, Kara," Alex said obviously.

That night, Kara dropped in and took a seat on the sidewalk next to James. "Have fun?" she asked as the apartment complex behind them was completely destroyed by a super-weapon.

"I failed and made things worse," James said disheartened.

"It's no big deal. Morality is all about your intentions...or was it consequences? I get those two mixed up," Kara said thoughtfully.

"Thanks," James said sarcastically.

"You bruised some ribs. How are we supposed to play rough if you injure yourself?" Kara asked.

"I guess you can play with Mon," James said resentfully.

"I suppose...except he's in even worse shape than you, right now," Kara said.

"I just wanted to be a hero," James said lamely.

"I know. I saw the whole thing," Kara said unimpressed.

"The fuck, Kara?" James wondered.

"I feel there is a lesson to be learned here, James. You need to stop giving a shit about people having super-weapons and whether this amnesty whatever is opposed or not," Kara said.

"Why do you do it then?" James asked.

"For fun," Kara said honestly. "Did you have fun tonight?"

"I just wanted to make a difference," James said frustrated.

"That's crap, James. Did you have fun?" Kara repeated.

"A little I guess. Got my blood pumping," James admitted.

"There you go. Then its worth it," Kara said getting James back to his feet.

The next day at the DEO, Kara shared a video with Alex on her Ipad. It was surveillance footage of James getting his ass kicked. "Where did you get this?" Alex asked after the video ended.

"Winn got it for me," Kara smiled. "Don't worry. He hacked the Bank Reserves system and deleted the video."

There was a sudden knock on the door. "Well...shit," Kara said as she X-ray visioned the door. Kara went over and opened the door.

"Kara Danvers, your article was crap," Lena said pissed off.

"I know it was," Kara agreed.

"Well...no hard feelings. You have a job to do, after all," Lena allowed.

"So...how can I help you?" Kara asked sarcastically.

"I need you to contact Supergirl. I need her at my big party," Lena said.

"What makes you think I can contact her?" Kara said argumentatively.

"Because you work at Catco and Cat Grant interviewed her personally and you report on her non-stop," Lena said obviously.

"I suppose," Kara said.

"It's the least you can do after that shit article," Lena glared.

"Fine," Kara agreed.

"Is that you, Agent Danvers?" Lena asked. "You saved my life."

"More like the other way around," Alex smiled.

"Are you in trouble?" Lena asked concerned for Kara.

"Yeah, I have committed unspeakable acts of depravity the likes of no one has seen before," Kara mocked.

"We're adopted sisters," Alex clarified.

"So, you're the family Kara was talking about," Lena realized. "Small city."

Kara dropped in at L Corp. that night. "Supergirl," Lena said surprised as she entered the room.

"Rarely does anyone ask me to come to a party. None of the Justice League members available?"

"This party is going to be the best this year, and I want the best superhero to attend," Lena said.

"I know you're playing me, but you're right," Kara smiled.

"I'm setting a trap for those goons using the elite Metropolis snobs as bait," Lena said.

"I like where you're going with this," Kara agreed. "You like to take risks, don't you? This is even riskier than when you hired Corben to kill you."

"For the last time, I didn't hire someone to try to assassinate me," Lena objected. "Besides, we can't live in fear. You of all people should understand that."

"Well, I don't ever feel fear," Kara considered.

"Are you convinced I'm evil because of my last name?" Lena asked.

"I'm a little suspicious that you never bothered to change it," Kara smirked. "You want the privilege that comes with the name while not being held accountable for its scandal. I call bullshit on that."

"You coming or not?" Lena asked.

"Well, I guess I don't have a choice," Kara replied.

Kara came to the party in a nice black dress and brunette wig. "With this device, I can tell if any super-weapons are around within a hundred meters," Winn said wearing a collared shirt and tie.

"Yeah, thanks. You're killing my style," Kara said waving him off.

Falcone approached Bruce Wayne. "Nice to see you come out to one of these things," he said politely.

"I still remember you hiring that hitman to kill my parents, so you can go fuck yourself," Bruce said to him.

"We can at least stay civil, can't we?" Falcone asked of him.

"I suppose," Bruce allowed and downed a champagne glass. "This is my Dick."

"Dick Grayson, glad to meet you, Sir. I'm a big fan of your work," Dick said shaking Falcone's hand.

"Here's my niece, Linda Lane," Falcone introduced Kara.

"Pleasure to meet you," Bruce said giving Kara a wink.

"This party is actually a trap for those guys that have the super-weapons," Kara warned Falcone.

"No shit," Bruce smiled amused.

"I better get to my girlfriend, Barbara," Dick said to Bruce. He then turned to Kara. "You know, the great thing about a lady in a wheelchair is that they don't have to get on their knees to suck my dick."

"Jesus, I can't take you anywhere," Bruce scolded Dick.

Explosions suddenly ripped through the party as Mr. Miner and his goons showed up with super-weapons. "My...my, look how many pretty things there are. I'm going to keep this real simple: hand over every ring, pearl, diamond, watch, wallet, and no one gets hurt," Mr. Miner said.

"Well, I have assessed the situation, and I'm leaving," Bruce said taking Dick with him.

Winn took cover underneath the stage only to find Lena working on a device. "Is that a black body field generator?" he asked.

"Yeah, if I get it working," Lena said as she tinkered with it.

As the two of them worked on the generator, Kara killed all three of the goons by punching them all within a split second. "Too easy," Kara said pleased with herself.

Lena and Winn finally got the generator working and turned it on. The super-weapons all exploded around the crowd dropping people. "Well...shit," Kara realized as she saw everything on fire.

At the DEO, Mon was resting in a cell. His arm was still in a cast and there were bandages on his bare chest. "I can't have you embarrassing me at Catco, so I have decided to give you a new job," Kara said as she locked the door behind her.

"What could it possibly be?" Mon asked miserably.

"You're going to be a bartender for that gay alien bar. You're going to keep tabs on that bitch, Maggie Swayer. She's a total alcoholic and will be there every day," Kara said.

"As you wish...my queen," Mon muttered bitterly.

"Look, I understand its a bummer to have your planet destroyed and being stuck as a refugee on a primitive planet. I went through the same phase. I didn't even start killing people until I got government sanction to do so a year ago, and I've been here ten years or so," Kara lied.

"I'm not waiting ten years," Mon rejected.

"I can't have you killing people that aren't on the kill list. I can't have you impregnating every woman you find. I can't have you revealing your powers to the public. I can't have you committing planetary genocide," Kara said to him.

"Well, fuck me. You might as well just kill me then," Mon said depressed.

"Don't be like that. Hey, I'll make it up to you, so your stay here isn't so bad. I'll get you some good food, lots of alcohol, a training facility just for you, and plenty of recreational sex," Kara said.

"But you said," Mon said confused.

Kara took off her black trench coat. "You're mine and mine alone," she told him.

Kara came to the capital building and addressed a joint session of Congress in DC. Taking the podium, she looked over the slightly nervous crowd. Reporters and cameramen anxiously waited for her to speak. "It is time for gun control, real meaningful gun control. It's not enough to get super-weapons off the streets. We must get rid of all guns. We must end the gun stores that supply weapons to killers. We must imprison those who possess them. We must go to each and every home and confiscate them if need be. The police need to be empowered to take the necessary action to give us a safe and secure society," Kara said raising her arms.

About half of Congress applauded her. "If this body fails to act, I'll start confiscating weapons myself. I have X-ray vision so nothing escapes me. If I see you with a weapon, I will take it from you. If this body fails to act, I will destroy the death stores and punish the merchants of death," Kara continued.

Few members of Congress applauded that. "Consider me the fourth branch of government only I do what I want, get what I want, and cannot be vetoed. I do not care about public opinion. The killings stop now," Kara said and walked out of the building to dead silence.

Later that day, The NRA president turned to Kara, disguised as Linda Lane, sitting in a chair across from his desk. Sen. Paul was also present in the room. "Great speech," he said to her.

"Thanks," Kara smiled.

"Gun purchases have skyrocketed, donations have gone up, and people are actively writing letters to their congressmen to stop you," the NRA president said pleased.

"Who knew reverse psychology was so effective," Kara smirked.

"You have become a symbol of fear in this country. Whatever you promote has the opposite reaction. The American people don't like being told what to do," Sen. Paul remarked.

"The Justice League has made a statement of support to your initiative," the NRA president frowned. "It will be awkward for you to oppose them now."

"Oh, my apprentice will take care of them," Kara smiled.

Author's Notes: Kara's OP abilities allow her to easily defeat Mon every time but his defiance, determination, and ambition to overcome Kara, endears me to him. You don't have to tear down one character to uplift another. CW Mon tried to be a "bad boy" in the most beta way possible. The Vegeta/Bulma relationship in DBZ does it right, respecting the culture and personalities of both characters. Kara and Mon are like the Sith of Star Wars, also challenging each other, always trying to overthrow the other, but working together for their shared goals with great passion and ferocity.